Mister didn't come with me on cases, being above such trivial matters, but he found me pleasant company when I was at home and not moving around too much, except when he didn't, in which case he went rambling

I don't think Wisconsin should become known as a state where we shoot cats.

Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.

Cats rule the world.

In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.

We are not going to die."

Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?"

"No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.